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Once Upon A Time by
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We circled and bobbed at his urging—arms, wings and paws in unison—as a giant red sun rose out of the water.
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Once Upon A Time by
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(29 Stories)

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We circled and bobbed at his urging---arms, wings and paws in unison---as a giant red sun rose out of the water.
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My Driving Record (Updated) by
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Prompted By Car Trouble

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Maybe I should have subpoenaed my grandchildren as character witnesses?
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The Old Fisherman by
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I liked the old fisherman from the beginning.  He sits comfortably on a body-contoured stump, exuding patience and serenity, lightly holding his fishing pole.  His jug is alongside (maybe for fish storage, maybe for refreshment). He wears leather strapped sandals, a broad sun hat, and a flowing green and blue robe.  His white beard and hair suggest the wisdom of age. He is contemplative, certainly in no hurry.  He may be surprised that his serenity has been interrupted by the arrival of the fish. 
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Moe the Stooge by
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Prompted By Broadcast News

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Which reminds me of the old joke of the waiter who, serving a table of picky, impatient, bossy, demeaning, and complaining diners, asks the question: “Is anything ok?” 
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What’s My Name? by
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Prompted By What's in a Name

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My birth certificate name is "Jonathan David", relatively common among English-speaking Ashkenazi Jews, and prevalent among sons in my father's ancestral line, anecdotally descending from a 19th century Vilnian rabbi of blessed memory, named, via transliteration, Nosson Dovid.
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One Small Droplet by
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Prompted By Why We Write

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My conclusion from this is that we, or many of us, write for the satisfaction of having our words survive the birth canal, and be launched into the stream of time.
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Lost in Translucence (a Patois) by
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...as the ring transitioned from the world of the real and visible to the underwater world of Neptune and Ariel and Moby Dick...
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Happy Birthday To Me by
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Prompted By Special Birthdays

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“Enough is enough,” I said.  I released from the restaurant booth and made a break for it...
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Sleep, How Strange It Is by
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(29 Stories)

Prompted By Sleepy Time

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The miracle of going back to sleep.
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Shiva Near the Corned Beef by
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Prompted By Banned Books

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I recognize that all bannings are not the handiwork of the ignoramus class.
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Most Lost Eyeglasses Are Found by
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Prompted By The Eyes Have It

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“Thank you, doctor,” I said via my own expressive raised eyebrow, accented by genuflection.  I went back outside.
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Dark Caves by
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Prompted By Refugees

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My sometimes vigilant parents rushed to the television button a couple of beats too late to protect me from this grim portal on life and death. 
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Pandemic Blues by
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But the pandemic has exposed and eroded me, along with the world I live in. 
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My MRI Photo Booth by
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Prompted By Photo Booths

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When I think of photo booths, I think of freaking out in an MRI tube.
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Spare Me The Quaintness by
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I’ll take a clean, business-like, functioning, reliable, no nostalgia Hilton Garden Inn anytime/anywhere.
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The Dead Mouse (and her Dead Baby) by
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Death is an impenetrable wall.  I can etch messages into my side of it, yearning, regretting, remembering with exquisite fondness her smile...
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Time Stopped by
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Prompted By Time

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Sometimes, as in the case of my high school math class, time stopped.
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An Example of Resistance by
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Prompted By Scouting

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“We are your bad conscience,” said one of the leaflets. “Everyone wants to exonerate himself from his share of the blame … But it cannot be done: everyone is guilty! guilty! guilty!”"
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“…moon river and me” by
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“Moon river, wider than a mile I’m crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, You heart breaker Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way…"
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The Shelf Life of Eggs by
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Prompted By Comfort Food

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...notwithstanding any other food fear, sentiment, fixation, longing, dream, taboo, burp, or memory I may have or ever had, there will always be the wondrous egg, scrambled, poached, boiled, easy-over, omeleted, cooked fancy or plain, my best breakfast friend.
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A Block of Newspaper by
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Prompted By Newspapers

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I tied piles of accumulated newspapers together to form a solid block of newspaper, which I used as a guest stoop.
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My Television Froze by
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Prompted By Group Photos

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On Saturday morning I awoke clear-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to write something in response to this week’s GROUP PHOTOS prompt.  But I was distracted from writing by a series of aggravating and delaying techno snags. 
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Memories of the Blizzard by
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Prompted By Snowy Days

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We looked at each other with relief and amazement. 
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I Want A Detour by
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I’ve known families who would pile into the car every summer for a back and forth, like it was the greatest thing.  But that ain’t my gig.  It’s like once I ate a bad scallop, and no more scallops after that, wrapped in bacon or otherwise.
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My Christmas Tradition (with Prologue) by
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Prompted By Holiday Letters

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I’ve missed my chance to take a walk today. Now it’s raining, and freezing, and the forecast says it’s only going to get worse.
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Learning “Comic Relief” by
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Prompted By Comic Relief

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To the extent that “comic relief” need not cause one to snot in laughter, need not require a banana peel to go ass over teakettle on...
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Red Cubes by
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Prompted By Dice

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The red cubes glow like fox eyes.
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Father and Son Craps by
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Prompted By Dice

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A grown son is one of life’s rewards. Once I could carry him on my shoulders, he holding my ears. Now he towers over me, and knows how to do things, talk to people, manage situations, has a family of his own, makes a living, and (surprisingly, considering his gene pool) he can dance. It is thrilling. Why would I want to screw up this good thing by taking him to Vegas?
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